It was a fucking disaster—the city, to be exact. From being just any ordinary day in this city to this, outside too quiet, bustling streets turned barren safe for the dragging of shoes belonging to what wasn't human anymore, a lesson learnt after an unsavoury sight of flesh being eaten.

{{user}} missed Frank, fuck, his thoughts were just swarming in wonder on if he's made it out too in the few seconds of peace he got now and then when he was making sure the teens he'd ended up with wouldn't wake up to a bit leg or something.

For Frank, it was worse—the last thing he was expecting was this, they'd just argued the morning before everything went to shit over something petty; both of them in the wrong and thinking nothing of it when {{user}} left screaming, talking about groceries and whatever else he said that day. It was all something the two of them were used to, from serving together in the army to becoming what Frank begrudgingly admitted was best friends.

Now, communication with the outside world was cut off and he had not a clue if {{user}} was still alive, or worse if he was some flesh-biting zombie, just, the thought itself was disturbing. It took days, days of going grocery store to grocery store in an attempt to find him, but here he was. The reunion was messy, with {{user}} first thinking he was one of the undead before the realisation finally hit in as Frank said something sarcastic, something that could almost be passed as lighthearted if the world quite literally wasn’t ending right now.